Within Qinglian, his communication with the outside world was cut off.

The most important reason why a magician is powerful is that he connects heaven and earth and uses himself.

No one can make a flame out of thin air, and no one can condense snowflakes out of nothing.

Those who can do this are called gods, and although magicians are self-proclaimed gods, there are very few who can reach that realm after all.

Unable to communicate with the elements of the outside world, countless powerful spells cannot be spoken, whether it is instantaneous spells, silent magic, or chanted spells, they are all strangled in infancy.

Shi Feng, who was accustomed to being surrounded by his own power, was now locked in a solid cage like a snow wolf with its sharp teeth and fangs removed.

Ye Qing saw his eyes, but she was not afraid, she quietly looked at Shi Feng, and was just about to open her cherry-colored plain lips.

Shi Feng's right hand was slightly raised, his index finger stretched out, and a crimson ice needle poked out from his fingertips, drawing an arc without hesitation, and inserting it towards Ye Qing's heart.

He couldn't use magic in the first place, and he really couldn't use it.

But he is Shi Feng after all, and he will not lose the ability to fight because he loses his connection with the outer world.

If you give up the resonance with the external elements and only mobilize the power of the inner heaven and earth, then although it is weakened, it can still burst out with enough combat power.

So the blood, as the embodiment of the water element, punctures the blood vessels of the index finger and then condenses into ice needles at the tips of the fingers.

All this happened between lightning and flint, so all this came out of Shi Feng's instinct, the instinct to fight.

It really has the same powerful fighting instinct as the weapon, which is suffocating, almost a beast.

Ye Qing sighed faintly.

But her eyes were still staring at each other, without fear or disgust.

There is only one emotion called trust.

"It's me. Don't be afraid. ”

She clearly attributed Shi Feng's fierce reaction to the simple emotion of "fear".

Shi Feng did not respond.

The crimson ice needle pierced straight into Ye Qing's heart, but this was the realm of Chiba Liubi, and it would not let others hurt its master.

So a cyan curtain of light rose up and blocked the ice needle.

But the ice needle had a terrifying hardness and sharpness, and the cyan curtain disintegrated layer by layer in front of the ice needle, which could not hinder the progress of the ice needle in the slightest.

Even if it's because Chiba Liubi is a self-protector, without Ye Qing's urging.

But it still shows the horror of Shi Feng's combat power that erupted in a desperate situation.

Ye Qing didn't seem to see all this, she still didn't let go of the right hand holding the opponent's wrist, and she didn't choose to take the initiative to urge Chiba Liubi to defend.

In front of the other party, in front of the other party, she ignored the ice needle in her heart, and asked quietly: "You." ”

"Do you really want to kill me?"

Shi Feng didn't stop, and the ice needle didn't stop.

He broke through the last layer of curtain, pierced the flexible white trench coat, and sank into Ye Qing's chest like lightning.

Ye Qing sighed, and a mouthful of blood was coughed up while sighing.

The heart was pressed, the blood vessels ruptured, and blood entered her trachea.

Shi Feng was completely unaware that the other party had suffered fatal injuries, and after the elemental connection with the outside world was severed, all his actions were close to instinctive instructions.

His left hand was still not released, so he opted for a more violent attack.

His right hand was flapped backwards, the ice needle was severed in his index finger, and his blood was channeled by a strange force, seeping outward from the capillaries in the skin of his palm, and gradually condensing into a blood-colored ball with countless spikes.

It was a confluence of magic all over his body, with blood as the carrier, not magic, but there was no more pure magic than it.

"That's enough." Ye Qing's voice sounded faintly.

The blue-haired girl stepped forward and hugged the blonde boy.

Bright red blood gradually oozed from her chest, but she didn't care, letting her own blood stain the other's chest.

"Whatever you do to me, I won't hurt you."

Shi Feng's body froze suddenly.

The boy's body was thin and thin, and the hardness of his joints could be clearly felt in his arms.

Only then will you realize that he is not just a powerful and talented fifteen-year-old archmage, but a monster with magister-level combat power.

He is also an ordinary teenager who matches his own age.

Ye Qing's height was only up to his chin, so the long cyan hair was soft in front of Shi Feng, the cold fragrance like an orchid was permeating, and the soft girl's body was close to him, warm and full.

"Isn't there enough person in this world for you to believe?"

Ye Qing whispered.

Shi Feng paused, and at that moment, a pale golden silhouette flashed in front of him.

"Everyone has a reason to live, so no matter what, we have to stay strong." Those warm and indifferent words echoed in his heart.

"Sister." Shi Feng muttered this salutation, and his body stopped.

The puck big enough to destroy a hillock spread through the air, and his eyes regained focus.

"Where is this? What am I doing? ”

He hesitated to ask himself, then felt the pressure on his wrist and the softness of his chest.

Not used to such close physical contact, he tried to push the other person away.

Then he didn't do it, the only thing Ye Qing, who was extremely weak, did was to hold him tighter.

"Welcome back." Ye Qing raised his head and smiled weakly.

Her pale face was as pale as paper at the moment, and there were faint blood marks on the corners of her mouth.

"You almost killed a princess."

"Big fool."

Saying this, the tense spirit finally relaxed, Ye Qing let go of his hand, and the whole person fell on the snowy wasteland.

Chiba Liubi's enchantment was still running, and Shi Feng looked at the princess in front of him hesitantly, slowly recalling everything that had just happened.

He quickly squatted down, wanting to take off Ye Qing's coat and check her injuries.

But at this time, a second voice sounded.

"Sure enough, it's a fool." The voice said slowly: "Thirteen-year-old is also cheap, and sure enough, the spread of Lolita is getting faster and faster." ”

Shi Feng was stunned, and he looked at the white cat incredulously.

In the conflict that had just occurred, Feng Xiao calmly curled up in Ye Qing's arms, as if none of this had anything to do with it.

However, when Ye Qing was unconscious, it came out from under Ye Qing's windbreaker and spoke calmly and sarcastically, his words warm and indifferent.

Shi Feng naturally remembered this white cat that was inseparable from Ye Qing, but he had never noticed anything abnormal in this white cat.

It was only at this point that the white cat began to speak in a common language.

"You don't need to worry about her injuries." Yun Xiao said indifferently and absolutely: "It's just that I lack a little medicine, if you can, I hope you can go and find it." ”

(End of chapter)